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"Poetry... all from my soul"
@Uootem
I've been writing of you for hours...
these blank pages filling with so many scrambled emotions,
but nothing quite pieced together... into a coherent understanding.
starting on a new page again... trying to describe these feelings.
each line changing like the weather always does.
Words of lost love... clouded in depression
next the bright sunshine... and a rainbow of hope
ever changing were my moods... ever changing the words
until verses began to form... thoughts finally coherent
emotions finally understood... at least for a time.
This heavy burden... to hold a poet's pen in hand
trying to capture words that scatter in my brain
an attempt to sort through the emotions that conflict there
my thoughts... pouring out in droplets of ink
somewhere between the sunshine and the rain cloud.
Poetry of better or worse... I've been writing for hours still.
Pointing out mood changes... by rumpling pages cast to the floor.
Lost love gone... hope of its return... pick up a page and smooth it out.
Several bits of paper now joined together in each verse
Some poetry better... some worse... all from my soul.
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